I think a thought lead astray.
I wonder into the sticks.
Nothing is apparent,
A swampy mesh is thick.
A log that slumbers
At the water’s edge
Provides a resting spot,
I sit to sort.
My feet are wet
And what nips at my toes
Becomes a gargantuan toad,
So my ludicrous thoughts think.
See it slip away,
My attempt to organize chaos,
I recognize this,
Leaving it for tomorrow!
No harm done.